Here's the intro to a fictional piece I just started:

INTRODUCTION

Tears mixed with salty sweat as they rolled down his face and across his dry lips.

Damn southwest heat. It was hot even by Phoenix standards. And did his mom have to die in August anyway!

He watched stoically as they lowered his mother into the hot sandy ground. Thinking that the burial must be more akin to something seen not in heaven but rather in hell.

Funny, he thought, that just beneath the lush carpet of well-manicured green grass the ground there was nothing but sand and dry clay. Seems the Catholic church must not want to spend more than they had to on its deceased members.

Yeah, just give off the appearance of rewards in heaven, he thought.

For Christs sake he was going to spontaneously combust in this black suit.

did every Catholic event have to have at least an hour-long worship service of ritual and prayer?

As he glanced up at the hot mid-day sun and cursed god beneath his breath his knees suddenly buckled and legs turned to rubber.

The last thing he felt was a sharp pain as his head smacked against his mother’s headstone.